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ED NORTON, 25TH HOUR, REFLECTION SCENE...

Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too. Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, grinning behind my back. These squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their dainty, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their penis violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!

Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturelle Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in parks slope to the split levels in Staten Island. If we have an earthquake, I'll welcome it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

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my favorite scenes ever:

- the 20min bedroom scene in A Bout de Souffle

- the precog chase in the mall in minority report

- in the club that was supposed to be limelight in basic instinct (in the original screenplay, sharon stone just fucks him right on the dancefloor while everyone cheers)

- in casablanca, where the nazis are singing traditional german songs and the band starts to play the marseilles

- in 007: from russia with love, the girlfight in the gypsy camp and the entire sequence on the orient express

- logan's run: "it all made sense, up until box"

- barbarella: smoking essence of man. either that or the final conflict with duran duran's orgasm machine

- mulholland drive: all of it

- sleeper - "never clone alone", simply because the exterior was shot at the hill center at rutgers, when it still looked futuristic

- eyes wide shut - not the actual movie, but the trailer

- blade runner, directors cut of course, when sean young asks

"did you ever take that test on yourself?"

- apocalypse now: the stop at air cav, first of the 9th, e.g. "i love the smell of napalm in the morning" and "CHARLIE DON'T SURF"

- the party / sex scene in matrix 2, reaffirming that the human race has much to live for

there's more i just can't think of them off the top of my head

by the way, another great line in 25th hour was by far when philip seymour-hoffman, referring to a 17 year old dj, says "i was a fan of his earlier work" hahahahahahahahahaha

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My favorite scenes are:

The Museum love - chase scene as well as the elevator murder scene in Brian DePalma's ode to Hitchcockian thrillers, "Dressed to Kill."

The birthday cake murder scene in another of DePalma's odes to Hitchcock, "Sisters."

The scene where Christopher Reeves turns Michael Caine's plot against him in Sidney Lumet's rendition of Ira Levin's "Deathtrap."

The final scene in Roman Polanski's rendition of Ira Levin's "Rosemary's Baby," where Mia Farrow realizes that almost everyone she knows was in on the plot to incarnate the devil in her baby.

The final scene between Macduff and Macbeth in Roman Polanski's rendition of William Shakespeare's "Macbeth."

The tire blowout scene in Brian Depalma's take on Antoninoni's "Blow-up," "Blowout."

The scene where Richard III woos Lady Anne in Al Pacino's "Looking For Richard."

Every scene in Brian DePalma's "Obsession."

The mall chase scene in Brian DePalma's "Body Double."

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Originally posted by bbbooom

ED NORTON, 25TH HOUR, REFLECTION SCENE...

Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too. Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, grinning behind my back. These squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their dainty, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their penis violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!

Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturelle Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in parks slope to the split levels in Staten Island. If we have an earthquake, I'll welcome it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

i have to agree with you on this....great scene

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Originally posted by bassboy

I like the scene in True Romance between Dennis Hopper and Christopher Walken.....

you're right - i've been claiming that as my favorite dialogue since i was in high school. how could i possibly have forgotten? definitely one that should go down in the history books.

"when you die, you tell the angels in heaven that you have never seen evil so singularly personified as in the face of the man who killed you"

or

"they did so much fuckin with the sicilian women that they changed the whole bloodline forever"

now if that's a fact, am i lying?

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That scene in 25th Hour is excellent. I just watched a new to video Christian Bale flick called Equilibrium last night. The film got very little press or marketing clout but the final fight scene when he is wearing all white is sick, period!

The storyline/movie style is pretty much a combo of Brave New World, Total Recall, and Matrix.

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Originally posted by bbbooom

ED NORTON, 25TH HOUR, REFLECTION SCENE...

Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too. Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, grinning behind my back. These squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their dainty, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their penis violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!

Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturelle Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in parks slope to the split levels in Staten Island. If we have an earthquake, I'll welcome it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

that's PURE spike lee (watch do the right thing)

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my favorite speech is that of Al Pacino in "Devil's Advocate" where he tells Keanu he is the Devil....

favorite explosion is the beginning of "Swordfish"

favorite sex scene--the entire "9and 1/2 weeks"

favorite fight scene-bruce lee "Enter the Dragon" next to the little house

favorite funny scene-too many! deNiro in"analyze that" when he pretends to be delirious......."bad boys" the scenen in the convenience store....."Austin powers 3" minime fighting austin in the glass room................many many more

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in heat, i liked the first encounter b/w pacino and deniro: "yeah, a regular type life, like your life?"

the best line in the whole movie was when pacino busts charlene's guy in vegas:

"man, why did i ever get mixed up with this broad?"

"cause she's got a GREAT ASS!!!!! And you've got your head ALL THE WAY UP IT!"

or yeah devils advocate... "vanity is definitely my favorite sin... kevin, its so base, self-love, the all natural opiate." hahaha "i'm a FAN OF MAN! i'm a humanist" pacino must have had so much fun in that role....

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Originally posted by bennyblanco818

The bank shootout in HEAT!

Def. a sick sick scene, just bought that dvd acutally....But mine owuld have to be the last scene of Scarface....

"You f*ckin with me you f*ckin with the best"

"I take your f*ckin bullets"

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I'm actually partial to the scene in "Malice"where Alec Baldwin starts off by saying "Do you know what it means to be board certified in cardiothoracic and trauma surgery?..." and finishes by saying "when that little old lady goes to the hospital chapel and drops to her knees praying to God that her husband makes it through his surgery, who do you think she was praying to? She was praying to the doctor in operating room 11. Do you think I have a God complex? I am God." It still gives me chills.:eek:

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